White walls washed with winter
mingle with a breeze born from ocean spray
and wind sails.
There is a smell here. Familiar, unique.
It smells clean. There is a bugambilia tree
in the center with arms outstretched
like Moses a splash of pink
that pitter patters
through streets built by Dr. Seuss.
Delectable delights demand your senses
there is white on white, a deep white
of many coats with white doors and white
walls and white houses and white sand
and white wine and white people
next to the blue sea.
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 12:58 PM UTC
White walls washed with winter
mingle with a breeze born from ocean spray
and wind sails.
There is a smell here. Familiar, unique.
It smells clean. There is a bugambilia tree
in the center with arms outstretched
like Moses a splash of pink
that pitter patters
through streets built by Dr. Seuss.
Delectable delights demand your senses
there is white on white, a deep white
of many coats with white doors and white
walls and white houses and white sand
and white wine and white people
next to the blue sea.